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Post by QueenPaige4 on Jul 22, 2008 23:32:18 GMT -6
I can’t do this anymore. They tell me not to end it.
They tell me it’s not my fault But I feel like it is.
They tell me people break promises And lies are better left unsaid.
They didn’t know that he would make me feel the way I did They didn’t know that he kept me smiling
I could never be unhappy in front of him He made me feel amazing.
His smell still lingers here in my nostrils. I can still feel his touch.
I can still feel his lips pressed against mine. No one understands
They say they do But they really don’t
They should walk in my shoes. My life isn’t a basket of roses.
But he made it seem worthwhile I use to live just for nursing
Now I live for him But now he’s gone
And I don’t know what to do. He completed me in everyway.
((Note: I'm not sure if you'd really call this broken love considering him and I both love each other very much. The story behind this is really long and I'm pretty sure no one will understand why this happened.))
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Post by Sharon on Feb 20, 2014 1:14:48 GMT -6
You can categorize your poem however you want to.
This reminds me of how I felt for someone in the past. The crazy thing about love is... it truly makes you vulnerable. You never mean to but the person you love most has the greatest power of reaching the most vulnerable part of you. They can other make you feel like the happiest person alive or the crappiest without even intending you to hurt.
As the saying goes... Truth is everyone is going to hurt you - question is, who is worth the pain?
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